The Version of Me That Only Exists in Danish
A conversation with my sister made me realise that I sound different depending on the language I speak. What does that say about identity, fluency, and the different versions of ourselves?
A conversation with my sister made me realise that I sound different depending on the language I speak. What does that say about identity, fluency, and the different versions of ourselves?
After more than fifteen years of speaking Danish, a single exhausting shift left me questioning the invisible cost of building a life in another language.
Not every conversation costs the same. I learned this the hard way, and it took a bad day at work